I was walking through a forest of some kind and it was cold. Snow had settled in on the ground and trees, and one's breath was visible in the air. I kind of remember having this urge to walk through here, some kind of outside voice or force, guiding my footsteps to some particular destination. At this time, however, I was unsure as to where I was headed.
I came through a clearing, and saw a building of some kind. Couldn't see the entire building, as some evergreen trees had grown up around it. But it looked to be a fairly large two story building, with dark red bricks, and tile roofing.
As I walked closer, I found it strange that there were no other footprints in the snow around the building at all. Especially once I had made my way around the front of the building and read a large neon sign that read "Supernova". I found that a oddly strange, yet inviting.
I went ahead and entered the house. It was very warm inside. There was a front desk inside the foray, like a hotel. Most of the room was lit with large candles, and hanging candle lights. There was a small fountain in the corner of the room as you entered, though it emitted steam like a spring or sauna.
As I walked to the front desk, an asian man appeared from a doorway behind the counter. He walked up to me, and without word, turned the sign in book around to me, and there was my name, beside a woman's name, Mai. He smiled largely to me, as if he had know me for years, or as if he had been waiting for me for years.
After signing in, he disappeared through the doorway again, and then returned momentarily, and stood there, as if waiting.
Something in the air caught my attention. Not sure what it was, but it was like a unstoppable urge to look up the stairs, that started right there at the end of the counter, and twisted on up to the second level. And that is when I saw her come down the stairs. She was dressed in a most beautiful dress of asian decent. Her hair was black as night, and pulled up in hair sticks. She seemed to drift down the stairs to the floor, next to me. Again without a word, but with a purpose I was unsure of, she took my hand and guided me up the stairs and to a door, half open.
She gently pushed the door open. There inside the room was a small cot, and larger one, and a half-bar counter that had three stools by it. She walked behind the bar, motioning for me to sit at one of the stools. There she poured me, from a steaming kettle, some sake, in a small sake cup. I drank it up.
There was kind of anticipation, and I knew when it was fulfilled it would be worth the wait. But I was nervous, shaking as if my actions depended on what the outcome would be. Like the first time you lay down next to a woman, when your 16 and don't know what the hell your doing, but don't want to embarrass yourself at the same time. That was the exact feeling that I was having. As if a woman had never bound me to her liking.
As she came out from behind the bar, she stood at the end of it, telling me with no words, and I understood. I removed my shirt, and looked down and found that my shoes and socks had already disappeared (I like how dreams skip the boring details). Before she started to walk towards me, she took off what I though was a dress, but was really a robe. Under it she was dressed in a short, teasing cheongsam. It was white with gold flowering, and a slit that went nearly to her waist.
She approached me, turning me around so I faced away from her and could not see what she was doing. Although I could guess, the details, I could not and that excitement built.
She begun to wraps strands of rope around my chest, just below my shoulders. One, two, three, four strands, tightly around my chest, binding my arms to my sides. She then pulled the rope several times around the strands, and pulled it down, reaching around and tieing my wrists together. Still facing away from her, she wrapped the rope several times around my wrists, and then pulled it down, wrapping it four times around my thighs, just above my knees, pulling my legs together.
I was now quite immobile, and unable to move. She turned me around and walked me over to the cot, as much as I could walk on my own. She sat me down on the cot, and then laid me on my stomach. From there she could pull the rope down to my feet. She wrapped around my ankles, and pulled the rope tight, pulling my legs upwards. She pulled the taunt rope, back to my wrists, making a few wraps there, and then pulling it back over my left shoulder, around my chest and back over my right shoulder. From there she finally tied it off back at my ankles.
She whispered something to me, in a foreign language that I didn't understand, and disappeared.
I waited, but she didn't return for some time. Just as I heard footsteps . . .
Something woke me up. Go figure. Damn and we were just getting to the good part.
Eternally . . . Her_Slave
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